Dishwalla Album

Everything about the world is sex
And it's a message, of popular culture
Telling all our children how to do it right
And all through their innocence you may ask yourself why?
why the need?
why the need to eroticize our children?

Oh our pretty babies
How they're ready
Oh our pretty babies
Oh how they're not ready

Just down the street in beautiful
There is tension, for a popular child
And it doesn't get much worse than that
In little beds in little rooms
Are the lost things, are the silver spoons
Why the need?
Can't you see all the damage that it's doing?

Oh our pretty babies
Oh how they're ready
Oh our pretty babies
Oh how they're not ready

And does it bother you to see her
Wrapped up?
Why the need?
And why the need to eroticize our children?
Oh our pretty babies
Oh how they're ready
Oh our pretty babies
Oh how they're not ready

Untie
The hands that bind your mind
And be nice
She put a gun against her ear
Inside
Against a gin and tonic sky
She's a star
She finds a place to lose her pain

Caged as she waits inside
Hate and she wants to die
And she wants, and she wants to live

Deny
The problem never catches light
Rewind
She pours herself some self respect

Caged as she waits inside
Hate and she wants to die
And she wants, and she wants to live
She wants, she wants to live
She wants
She wants, she wants to live
Away from this haze
Away back from this haze

Still she's caged as she waits inside
Hate and she wants to die
And she wants, and she wants to live
She wants to live
Caged as she waits inside
Hate and she wants to die
Get me back from this haze
Get me back from this haze
Get me back from this haze

Must of been mid afternoon
I could tell by how far the child's shadow stretched out and
He walked with a purpose
In his sneakers, down the street
He had, many questions
Like children often do
He said,
"Tell me all your thoughts on God?"
"Tell me am I very far?"

Must of been late afternoon
On our way the sun broke free of the clouds
We count only blue cars
Skip the cracks, in the street
And ask many questions
Like children often do
We said,
"Tell me all your thoughts on God?
"'Cause I would really like to meet her.
And ask her why we're who we are.
Tell me all your thoughts on God,
Cause I am on my way to see her.
So tell me am I very far -
Am I very far now?"

Its getting cold picked up the pace
How our shoes make hard noises in this place
Our clothes are stained
We pass many, cross eyed people
And ask many questions
Like children often do

"Tell me all your thoughts on God?
'Cause I would really like to meet her.
And ask her why we're who we are.
Tell me all your thoughts on God?
'Cause I am on my way to see her.
So tell me am I very far?"
Am I very far now
Am I very far now
Am I very far now

Bouncing and pounding
My head the backboard
I need release to let it flow
And I was ready
Really ready
I was ready to explode

Oh wasted time
Oh wasted time
Wasted time, wasted time
Wasted time

All these revisions
All of them written
And Broadway needs a song to sing
Sentences broken
As they are spoken
Feel the ink spill so unclean

Oh wasted time
Oh wasted time
Wasted time, wasted time, wasted time
Wasted

I can't hear what you're saying
What you're doing to me
It would take the jaws of life to pry open your words
so pry open your words

I don't want to talk about Elvis
No I don't want to go on pretending
It feels like I'm talking to
Talking to Charlie Brown's Parents
It feels like I'm talking to
A lonely man without a vision
Stuffed his mouth with indecision
Why he's a lonely man without a vision
Stuffed his mouth with indecision

I can't hear what you're saying
What you're doing to me
Can't you see
It would take the jaws of life to pry open your words

I don't want to talk about Jesus
And I don't want to go on converting, no
It feels like I'm talking to
Talking to Charlie Brown's Parents
It feels like I'm talking to
A lonely man without a vision
Stuffed his mouth with indecision
He's a lonely man without a vision
Stuffed his mouth with indecision

I can't hear what you're saying
What you're doing to me
Can't you see
It would take the jaws of life to pry open your words

Why he's a lonely man without a vision
Stuffed his mouth with indecision
He's a lonely man without a vision
Stuffed his mouth with indecision
I can't hear what you're saying
What you're doing to me
can't you see
It would take the jaws of life to pry open your words
to pry open your words

I have felt the comfort
Now what did I do to disappoint you?
Idle my emptiness
and it keeps returning to remind me

That I want to remain
A child with you forever
And hear as you lay before me
You tease me and tell me to stay
But what would you give
What would you give

I have given everything I could
But I don't think it really matters
Maybe nothing does
And how it keeps returning to remind me

That I want to remain
A child with you forever
And hear as you lay before me
you tease me and tell me to stay
What would you give?
What would you give?

I want to remain
A child with you forever
And hear as you lay before me
You tease me and tell me to stay
What would you give?
What would you give?
What would you give?
What would you give?

I come home late at night
On the floor to turn you on
I check for tint and Technicolor
After you there is no other
Your brown hair is my connection
Connects my resurrection
And everyone else is just a harlot
A Star Search spokesmodel starlet

Miss Emma Peel
Black boots kick high at his face
One last look at the grace of
Miss Emma Peel
Catch the curve of your leather heel
Before he blacks out
That's another one down for
Miss Emma Peel

I sit beside her in the evening
And watch her rerun secrets by my ears
Cat eyes watch with British humor
Cause she's a mod-feel sixties savior
Your brown hair is my connection
Connects my resurrection
And everyone else is just a harlot
A Star Search spokes model starlet

Miss Emma Peel
Black boots kick high at his face
One last look at the grace of
Miss Emma Peel
Catch the curve of your leather heel
Before he blacks out
That's another one down for

For Miss Emma Peel
For Miss Emma Peel
For Miss Emma Peel
For Miss Emma Peel

Let it out let me pull the shades
mix it up make it lemonade
I've no intention of living this way
No intention of living...
Moisture
Moisture

A thousand miles across the sand
Burning blisters on my hand
Why did you take
Water from my well
I am dry, I sigh
Take this torture from my head

How you said, the sand would burn my hands
How you said, the sand would burn my feet again

Almost drowned inside your head
Crawled back to the shore instead
Why did you take
And drag me through your hell
I am dry, I sigh
Take this torture from my head

How you said, the sand would burn my hands
How you said, the sand would burn my feet again
Moisture
Moisture

Take this torture from my head
How you said, the sand would burn my hands
How you said, the sand would burn my feet again
How you said, the sand would burn my hands
How you said, the sand would burn my feet again

I feel your fame
Fill your pocket
And I've tried to hock it
I fly the friendly skies
Meeting strangers
And my hands pass through many

You will believe
I won't deceive you
Too late cause it's a joke
For you've got the neck of an angel
feel my hands as they choke

Come on down
Gather 'round
I'm your healer
Come on down
Now you're down
With the feeder

I've made the pitch
And you the purchase
Now who do you worship
And I'll be your whore
I'll go down, maybe
Just give me a chance

I will sell you lies
And you will thank me
too late you've paid my bills
I crawl with flies
move ahead
and to a million people I've lied

Come on down
Gather 'round
I'm your healer
Come on down
Now you're down
With the feeder

I have never known such pure madness
And for her it's all she can see
I have never known such pure madness
And for her it's all she can see

How she laid low, laid low on the floor
How she yelled no, how she yelled with all of her
Heart no
Still it's all she can see

And how the pain ran deep

How she holds her eyes to the ground
What a waste of soul, what a waste
Never, never, never will she
Live without it, think about it, can she live without it?
Never will she live without it
Still its all she can see
No more

Still it's all it's all
All she can see
Still it's all its all
All she can see
Still it's all
It's all she can see

How many times has this gone on?
Call 'cause it's just been too long
Say it's good to hear it's going fine
Check that you're still featured in my mind

Tell me what you want to hear
And I'll play along
Tell me when you want me near
And I'll play along
But only for so long

Show me scars where it began
And I will come with violins
I don't need a clock to know it's wasted time
What's your mood ring doing now?

Tell me if you want me near
And I'll play along
Tell me what you love to fear
And I'll play along
But only for so long
Only for so long
Only for so long

Tell me if you want me near
And I'll play along
Tell me what you love to fear
And I'll play along